tomorrow...Tapes on Fire. Link when it's live. There's a bunch of other ideas in the works. more on that later.
consider it a spot of luck
that hell is below us.
and hell fire isn't raining down
any time soon. any time. anywhere.
maybe in hell, but as we've already established:
we are at a strategic elevation. the advantage,
critical. let them make it rain all they want.
we're sitting pretty in the regular acid/microplastic
rain we've got topside. they'll have to think of something
a little different to get us on their level.
in the spirit of fairness, though:
i will tell you our next moves, but it
will be in a coded language. taps, almost like morse code, but instead just one rule:
3 taps is a
surrender.
we: don't: ever: surrender.
take that how you will. we'll be transmitting until we receive a response.
hell isn't other people, it's a deep cavern filled with pitchforks and fire and
ceramic swing sets. i'd be mad too. it might also have paid advertisements
interrupting your thoughts. what could be worse?
what could be worse?
in another spirit i'll answer my own question:
not: a: damn: thing.
we aren't heaven, but we sure is hell aren't settling for anything less than what we've got.
and if you want what we've got, well
come on up here and make an offer. we're listening.
